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Confetti

by A Lull

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1.
I went home with my very best friend With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one name.... Matter, much matter With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one blade.... We’ll all lay down when it’s time to, Not one minute early, not one minute early Watch what you think, another shot, another shot Try what you think, another shot, another shot I went home with my very best friend With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one name.... Matter, much matter With a gun, with a blade, with a name, one blade.... We’ll all lay down when it’s time to, Not one minute early, not one minute early
2.
Mammals 03:55
Remaker... On and on they fuck themselves dry From this world, no, from this world, no Oh and oh, how much they bleed dry From this hole, no, from their holes, no One more time with the same one They’re lined up, lined up Spend more time with the same one He’s fired up, fired up All we know are each other’s holes Below scars and flesh wounds we heal From this world, no, from this world, no Grow and grow and grow, we still grow From this hole, no, from this hole, no On and on they fuck themselves dry From this world, no, from this world, no Oh and oh, how much they bleed dry From this hole, no, from their holes, no Remaker... One more time with the same one They’re lined up, lined up Spend more time with the same one He’s fired up, fired up All we know are each other’s holes
3.
Some Love 04:02
Break us off a piece The sun shines on me We smash our little heads on the ground Repair them with what little we have Smile, smile on me With blood, sweat and - me We smash our little heads on the ground Repair them with what little we have Hold all you own Hold all you want Show me some love Outside, come outside There’s plenty of room outside Bang on the drums Bang on the floor Look each other up and down There’s plenty of people around Bang on the floor Bang on the door Look each other up and down There’s plenty of people around Bang on the floor Bang on the door Show me some love
4.
Dark Stuff 04:07
Beneath the cracked pavement and the broke glass Smug ass looking through the broke glass Between the cracked ice and the cracked eyes You’ll find everything you need inside Sometimes 1’s not enough Sometimes 5’s not enough We go down with our friends to the places that most won’t go We travel on with our friends to the places that most should go This is the most we know, this is the most you know This is the most we know, this is the most you know Between the cracked toes and the cracked ash Smoke signals on the back grass Below the glow and the toll of the first snow You’ll find everything you need below Below my feet and the raw heat Above the stale smell of old meat Beneath melted skin and some cheap gin You’ll find everything you need within Beneath the cracked pavement and the broke glass Smug ass looking through the broke glass Between the cracked ice and the cracked eyes You’ll find everything you need inside This is the most we know, this is the most you know This is the most we know, this is the most you know Sometimes 1’s not enough Sometimes 5’s not enough
5.
White Girl 03:24
Slow down, slow down Feel me slide down your face and fall to the floor where you flow Come down, come down See you walkin’ through the hall Fall to the floor where you grow Keep me on time Keep me in line Keep me on time Keep me in line Go down, go down Feel me on your mind, feel me all the time Go down, slow down Feel me on your mind, feel me all the time She’s coming Keep me on time Keep me in line Keep me on time Keep me in line
6.
Phem 05:02
It folds, deep skin like covers Pass big brains through the big beyond And pressure holds on from the lover’s mouth Through my lover It breeds, big skin like lovers Deep, deep, deeper than you’d ever know And pleasure comes out from my lover’s mouth To another Come on, it’s so nice in here We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear We play games with our bodies in a good way Train them to be made in a right way Go on, have a taste Go on, make me wait You play games with your body in a good way Find you to be made in a right way She brings big dreams like covers And crushes them with her thighs And, bloody, I fold in her arms, in her arms It’s deep in sin, like lovers Right, with the day we almost never knew And pleasure comes out from my lover’s mouth To another Come on, it’s so nice in here We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear We play games with our bodies in a good way Train them to be made in a right way Go on, have a taste Go on, make me wait You play games with your body in a good way Find you to be made in a right way She takes me by my hair Tells me “please, please don’t care” This makes me feel very only It makes me feel very lonely Come on, it’s so nice in here We go on, ‘til it’s nice and clear We play games with our bodies in a good way Train them to be made in a right way Go on, have a taste Go on, make me wait You play games with your body in a good way Find you to be made in a right way
7.
Pregnancy 04:57
We don’t like this very much, month to month I will take every breath, with every breath I want We don’t like this very much, month to month I will take every breath, with every breath I want We’ve seen you too few times, time to time I will break every skull and pray for every soul
8.
Sidemen 05:31
See me in the backwoods, find me in the backwoods Am I, am I, am I really all alone? See us the in the backwoods, fund us in the backwoods Am I, am I, am I really all alone? Sing your little song, men There’s a quiet sound building all around Through my trees, through your trees, building from its knees There’s a disgusting sound, building all around Through my fears, through our fields, building from its teeth Sing your little song, men (Sidemen) There’s a quiet sound building all around Through my trees, through your trees, building from its knees There’s a disgusting sound, building all around Through my fears, through our fields, building from its teeth
9.
It’s growing, it’s growing It picks the hairs from it’s head It’s blue, blue all over, it’s blue, blue all over It fears, it hears, it knows we’re near It’s blue, blue all over, it’s blue, blue all over Could someone tell me it’s alright? It’s comin’ from the water Draw a circle ‘round it Keep it from coming closer Repair his wounds and leave His teeth wrap around it Trust me, no one hears us He left something in us He’s coming, he’s coming He’s bloody and he’s soaking wet He’s red, red all over, he’s red, red all over It’s here, it fears, it hears we’re near It’s red, red all over, it’s red, red all over Could someone tell me it’s alright? It’s comin’ from the water Draw a circle ‘round it Keep it from coming closer Repair his wounds and leave His teeth wrap around it Trust me, no one hears us He left something in us
10.
These little short rounds, around... Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest... Lay them out all around, all around... Spread them all over the ground, over the ground... Thumping, still thumping Squeeze out the ground and grow Jumping, still jumping Teeming with our soul Pulsing, still pulsing Squeeze out the ground and grow These little short rounds, around... Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest... Lay them out all around, all around... Spread them all over the ground, over the ground... These little short rounds, around... Prepare the bitch for rest, arrest... Lay them out all around, all around... Spread them all over the ground, over the ground...
11.
Aytche 05:28
Sing the same song Watch her body come closer and closer There’s a man with a black grin Got a bottle coming closer and closer Say, say what must be said Do, do what you will do Say you won’t I’ll go home alone Baby go forth Sew your way Bring this dream all over Say you won’t I’ll go home alone

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released April 12, 2011

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by A Lull
Recorded @ various spaces in Chicago, IL and Indiana
Mastered by TJ Lipple
Co-Mixing on “Mammals” by Mike Regan
Additional Musicians : Patrick Burnell (trumpet on “Pregnancy”; trombone, guitar, trumpet on “Dark Stuff”; percussion on “Spread It All Around”), Dana Falconberry (vocals on “Sidemen”), Chris Firkus (saxaphone on “Pregnancy”).
Chris Firkus saxophone recorded by Bill Harrison of Omnitrax Recording
Art direction by A Lull
Design & Layout by Nigel Dennis
Photography by David Lubarski (promiseyou.org)
MH-276 / Mush is a division of Dirty Loop Music / www.dirtyloop.com / mail@dirtyloop.com
Meat Made Mountain
www.alull.com

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A Lull is nearly impossible to describe without qualifiers. The music crafted by these five multi-instrumentalists gathers the recognizable traits of a half dozen indie micro-genres, tosses out all but the stem cells, then adds the calculated, percussive verve of a half dozen rhythm sections on top of beautifully crafted songwriting to result in a sound that is as unique as it is memorable. ... more

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